Everwood 3x03, “Staking Claim” – 8/11/04 – Full White

 

Scene 3 continued:

 

Pages 6 – 8

 

DOCTOR ABBOTT: (CONT’D)  Mother?  You’re going to miss my tutorial on monthly expense graphing, and then who’s going to be sorry?

 

INT. BROWN & ABBOTT MEDICAL.  ANDY’S EXAM ROOM.  CONTINUOUS.

 

Edna pushes in with a full head of steam.

 

EDNA:  Did you see what the village idiot did this time - -

 

Edna stops when she sees Andy examining a recalcitrant patient, DAVID BECK (13).  Andy checks David’s bruised shoulder as his mom, SARA BECK, looks on.

 

EDNA:  (CONT’D)  sorry, Doc.  Me and my big mouth, we go everywhere together.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  Edna, this is David Beck.  Seattle refugee and lousy mountain biker.

 

David winces and yanks his arm away from Andy.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  (CONT’D)  I’m guessing that hurt.

 

DAVID:  Not really.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  Sorry, David.  I just need to examine - -

 

DAVID:  I’m [U]fine.[/U]  It’s not even that bad. . .

 

SARA:  David, let the man do his job so I can get back to [U]my[/U] job, please.  They don’t let you take two-hour lunches when you’ve only been there a week.

 

David rolls his eyes, then relents.  Andy tests his arm, rotating it.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  Were you up on Gleason’s Ridge?  It gets icy up there pretty early.

 

DAVID:  No.  Just some trail behind my house - -

 

David winces - - [I]ouch[/I].

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  We’re done.  The good news is, you don’t have a broken arm.  But the muscle is definitely torn.  Edna, could you help David into a sling?

 

Andy steps away with Sara as she does.  Sara just seems exhausted by it all.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  (CONT’D)  Was he this much fun with his old doctors or should I be jealous?

 

SARA:  I’m sorry, this isn’t our best day.  I swear I’m going to take that bike and run over it with my car.  I should’ve never bought it for him . . .

 

ANDY:  When my son was six, he tried to ride a Tiffany tea tray down the stairs of our apartment building.  Twenty stitches, and the whole time my wife was convinced it was her fault.

 

SARA:  This [U]was[/u] my fault.  I should never have left him alone, but I didn’t have much choice.  He’s thirteen, what do you do?  He won’t stay with a sitter - - not that I can afford one.  I said he could watch TV, play computer games, eat anything he wanted - - just no mountain bike.

 

DAVID:  I know how to ride it.

 

SARA:  Clearly.  (beat;  hoping)  He’s really okay, though?  It’s just a bruised shoulder?

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  Id’ like to take an X-ray to make sure, but he should be fine in a few weeks.

 

EDNA:  One patched wing, ready to fly.

 

SARA:  (trying;  off the sling)  Hey that’s pretty cool.

 

Another eye roll from David says he doesn’t think so.

 

DAVID:  Can we just go now?

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  Wait till he turns sixteen.  It gets better.

 

SARA:  Awesome.  (then, grabbing her bag)  Thanks for the help, Doctor Brown.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  Anytime.

 

Edna leads them to the door.  Off Andy, feeling for her - - -

 

EXT. PEAK COUNTY HIGH.  MORNING.

 

The morning rush as STUDENTS head inside.  Ephram and Hannah walk.  Ephram is utterly out of conversation filler, but god bless him, he tries:

 

EPHRAM:  So. . . how are your classes going so far?

 

HANNAH:  They’re okay.

 

A beat.  Dead air.

 

EPHRAM:  Any teachers you like?  . . . Or don’t like?

 

HANNAH:  Um. . . yeah.  I like some of them.  But some of them I don’t like.  Too.

 

Ephram nods.  This conversation actually hurts.

 

EPHRAM:  Well, my locker’s just over there, so - - -

 

 

Scene 9 Continued:

 

Pages 19 – 22

 

AMY:  A proper crush.  It’s the best way to get psyched on a new school.  You find someone who you’re excited to see every day, gives you a reason to dress nice . . .

 

HANNAH:  You’re talking about the beret.  It’s bad, isn’t it?  Ephram tried to tell me - -

 

AMY:  Forget Ephram.  The boy doesn’t know style.  The beret is fabulous.  We’re gonna find you a guy who totally gets you [U]and[/U] your beret.

 

HANNAH:  Um . . . I don’t really do boyfriends.  Or, I mean, have them.

 

AMY:  We’re not talking about a boyfriend.  We’re talking about a crush.  A date.

 

HANNAH:  I’ve never been on a date.

 

AMY:  You’re kidding?  Oh my god, this is even more perfect than I thought.  Don’t worry about anything.  I’ll find the guy.  I’ll plan the date.  All you have to do is bring your favorite lipstick.  (off Hannah’s look)  I’ll lend you one.

 

Amy links arms with Hannah, who doesn’t know why this is happening but she’ll take it.  Off Amy, feeling better already . . .

 

INT. BECK HOUSE.  LIVING ROOM.  DAY.

 

Sara opens the door to find Andy there, wearing his best country doctor smile.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  I come bearing painkillers, kid-sized.  In case David was still having trouble sleeping.

 

SARA:  Wow.  You have any adult-sized ones?  (then)  I’m kidding.  C’mon in . . .

 

Andy follows Sara inside, takes a look around, not even sure what he’s looking for.  It’s a nice enough home, if unsettled.  Littered with halfway unpacked boxes everywhere.

 

SARA:  (CONT’D)  Sorry about the mess.  Somehow, whatever you don’t unpack in the first week of moving just stays in the boxes.  You really didn’t have to come all the way out here . . .

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  I was nearby, thought I’d help out.  You seemed kind of - -

 

SARA:  Stressed out?  Side effect of two jobs and a sitter who’s always late.  It’s chronic.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  How’s David doing?

 

SARA:  It’s hard to tell with him.  He doesn’t like to complain.  There wasn’t anything wrong in his X-rays, was there?  Please don’t tell me there’s a break . . .

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  No, his shoulder’s fine.  But there were some . . . old injuries that showed up.

 

SARA:  I know.  My mistake for ever getting him that skateboard.  He’s like a kamikaze.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  So, he’s fallen a lot?

 

SARA:  I don’t know.  What’s a lot?

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  Enough to break a few bones.

 

Sara stops, suddenly realizing what’s going on here.

 

SARA:  Are you trying to ask me something, Doctor?

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  No, I just wanted - -

 

SARA:  Because if you think I hit my kid, just say so.

 

A beat.  This could get sticky . . .

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  I only wanted to speak with you - - see if there was cause for concern.

 

SARA:  So you made up an excuse to check up on me.  I get it.  (then, defensive)  Well, go on then.  Have a look around.  All you’ll find is a messy house I’m too busy to clean.  Food on the table, and whatever clothes and toys David asks for in his closet.  I love my boys, Doctor.  Enough that I work my ass off at two jobs to support them - - with no help from my ex-husband - - who may have cared more about himself than his family, but he never laid a hand on David either.  In case you wanted to ask that, too.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  Look, Sara - -

 

SARA:  You’re a parent.  You know things happen you can’t control, and it kills you every time it does.  Doesn’t it?

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  I didn’t mean to offend you.

 

SARA:  I know you didn’t.  And if I wasn’t so tired I might even thank you for caring enough to ask, but - -

 

Suddenly, a loud CRASH sound from the other room interrupts.  Sara hurries towards it, Andy following close behind . . .

 

INT. BECK HOUSE.  KITCHEN.  CONTINUOUS.

 

. . . where a younger boy, JONAH BECK (10), tussles roughly with David.  Jonah is autistic.

 

SARA:  Jonah, no, stop . . .

 

Sara is quick and firm.  She pulls Jonah away from David.  Jonah keeps struggling, his eyes down.  David sees Andy.  His eyes go a little cold.  Like a defensive adult.

 

DAVID:  He heard Doctor Brown in the other room and dropped his glass.  He just got scared . . .

 

Sara puts her hand in front of Jonah’s face and hugs him tightly from behind, but he still fights.  Then, to Andy:

 

SARA:  You need to say hello.  Just say, “Hello Jonah, my name is Doctor Brown, and I’m new.”  Just like that.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  Hello, Jonah.  My name is Doctor Brown and I’m new.

 

The words are like magic.  Jonah slowly calms down.

 

SARA:  He’s not good with strangers.  And the new house, and all the workmen.  He’s getting better though . . .

 

Sara pets his hair, soothing him.  David looks at Andy, locking eyes on him.  Off Andy, understanding now . . .

 

INT. BROWN & ABBOTT MEDICAL.  RECEPTION.  DAY.

 

Boxes crowd the floor as Edna refills her shelves with paper files.  Abbott enters, head in a medical journal as he asks:

 

DOCTOR ABBOTT:  Louise!  Can you print out my chart notes on Mrs. Yeager . . . her PICC line is infected again and I have to admit her.

 

EDNA:  Louise is out driving all over Colorado looking for printer cartridges - - looks like your technological advances are saving oodles of time.

 

It’s then that Abbott notices all the returned boxes.

 

DOCTOR ABBOTT:  What is all this?

 

Scene 18 continued:

 

Pages 34 – 38,  48

 

 

AMY:  He couldn’t make it.

 

EPHRAM:  And there was no one else, in the whole school?  State?

 

AMY:  Everyone is dating someone right now.  It’ll be fine.  And maybe there will be sparks.  You never know.

 

Major HONKING from outside, indicating Bright needs company.

 

EPHRAM:  You’re right.  There could be sparks.  If Bright tries to burn the movie theater down as a form of escape. . .

 

Off Amy, dragging Ephram out the door. . .

 

INT. BROWN & ABBOTT MEDICAL.  ANDY’S OFFICE.  DAY.

 

Andy is back with David and Sara Beck.  He gingerly takes the sling off David, which hurts him some. . .

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  Look at that bruise, you must’ve really hit the dirt hard.

 

DAVID:   I pounded my whole side.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  You know you can usually tell the angle of the injury from the shape of the bruise, I’m actually surprised by the pattern of yours, are you sure you fell sideways?  (testing his shoulder)  It’d make sense if you hit a tree and rolled - - is that how you crashed?

 

A beat.

 

DAVID:  Yeah . . . that’s what I meant.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  Are you sure?

 

Sara thinks she knows what he’s driving at and has had plenty.

 

SARA:  that’s enough.  David, let’s go - -

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  (continuing, eyes on David)  Because I don’t think you were on a bike at all.  I think Jonah did this to you.

 

David blanches.  This is the first Sara’s ever heard of this.

 

SARA:  What?  How dare you?

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  David.

 

DAVID:  That’s not true.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  (presses on)  It’s okay, David, I’m sure he didn’t mean it.

 

DAVID:  You don’t know anything.  You don’t even know Jonah.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  Then tell me what happened - -

 

DAVID:  I told you, I fell.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  Like when you broke your arm last time?

 

A beat.  David gets nervous.  Finally:

 

DAVID:  It was MY fault.  I gave him the wrong toy and he got upset.  I did it.

 

Andy can see Sara’s shock, and David’s guilt.

 

SARA:  Honey . . . he hit you?

 

DAVID:  We were just playing - - he didn’t know he was hitting too hard.

 

SARA:  But you said you were biking.  On the trail . . .

 

DAVID:  What difference does it make?  I’m fine.  Let’s just go.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  David, would you mind letting your mother and I talk for a minute?  You can wait outside with Louise.

 

David leaves.  Andy lets Sara absorb the truth.  The woman is completely shellshocked, too numb to speak.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  (CONT’D)  Sara?

 

SARA:  I can’t believe - - Jonah did this?

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  I think this has been happening for some time.

 

SARA:  All those bruises . . .  (it dawns)  God, how’d I not know?

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  David didn’t [U]want[/U] you to know.  He was protecting Jonah, that’s what good brothers do.

 

SARA:  I should have seen it.  The time he broke his rib . . . he said he fell out of a tree.  I remember thinking it didn’t make sense.  But I just didn’t want to think it could be anything else.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  You did your best in an impossible situation.  You’re raising an autistic boy on your own, with no help.

 

SARA:  I try so hard with him, to keep him happy and in a good routine.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  I know you do. . . But it’s getting worse.

 

It is.  As Sara starts to break down, Andy moves closer to her.  Two single parents now.  Not doctor and patient.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  (CONT’D)  What’s important is what you do about this now.

 

SARA:  I’ll watch him more carefully . . . I won’t leave them alone together.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  I’m afraid that might not be enough.  I spoke with Jonah’s previous physicians.  I know that his particular condition makes him aggressive, sometimes violent.  There’s no indication that will change.  And now he’s growing up, he’s getting stronger. . . (then)  Jonah needs full-time supervision.

 

SARA:  What do you want me to do, I can’t stop working.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  (beat)  I’d like to recommend you to a facility called Hollywell.  It’s a residential school with excellent programs and a great staff.  I could make a call, explain Jonah’s condition and your financial constraints.  They may be willing to take him.

 

SARA:  Wait.  You want me to send Jonah away?

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  He’d be twenty miles from here, in a place that’s designed for kids like him.  A place where he can learn and grow and still be a daily part of your life.

 

SARA:  I’m sorry.  There’s no way I can do that - -

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  You have two children, Sara.  One of them isn’t safe.  You have to do something.

 

SARA:  You don’t understand, Jonah has his bad days, but he can be so gentle, too . . . Sometimes, when David’s at school, we just lie on the couch for hours.  I hold him in my arms and he plays with my hair and he’s so completely content. . . (then)  I can’t live away from Jonah.  And David loves him to death.  I can’t separate my boys.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  If you don’t, someone else will.  And when that happens, you won’t have the option to choose where Jonah will go.  Just think about it.

 

Off a mother’s worst night mare . . .

 

INT.  DINER.  NIGHT.

 

Four-top.  Amy and Hannah on one side.  Bright and Ephram on the other.  Amy is working her ass off to make this fun.

 

AMY:  . . . And Bright also had Ms. Chapman for biology when he was a sophomore.  Didn’t you, Bright?

 

BRIGHT:  I did.

 

HANNAH:  That’s so funny.  I mean, like how coincidences are funny.  (off the confused silence)  I gotta go to the bathroom.  Excuse me.

 

Hannah gets up from the table, allowing our threesome to decompress.  Bright looks shellshocked.

 

BRIGHT:  Oh.  My.  God.  I never knew boredom could cause actual, physical pain.

 

AMY:  Let it go, Bright. . .

 

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INT. BECK HOUSE. LIVING ROOM. DAY

 

Knock.  Answer.  It’s Andy.  This time Sara’s not surprised.

 

SARA:  You sure do make a lot of house calls, Doctor Brown.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  A school called.  They said they needed David’s medical records for enrollment.  David’s records, not Jonah’s.

 

Sarah moves away from the door.  She’s past this already.

 

SARA:  It’s a really good school.  I saw pictures, It’s beautiful.  My sister-in-law was able to pull a few strings . . .

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  But why David?  I don’t - -

 

SARA:  Jonah would never survive at one of those places.  David’s stronger.  He’ll be okay.  He’ll probably be better even.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  What about you?

 

SARA:  What about me?  There was no easy choice here, they’re both my children, they’re both part of me.  No matter what I did . . . But Jonah needs me.  I don’t expect you can understand that.

 

A beat.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  You’re right.  I don’t. . . But I am sorry. 

 

Sara considers her reality.

 

SARA: Me too.

 

Off Andy,

Everwood – “The Birds and The Batteries – No episode number – released 8/23/04 

Full White

 

Pages 13 – 15

 

Scene 6 continued:

 

DOCTOR ABBOTT:  (CONT’D)  There is an entire spectrum of choices out there, and unlike you, I refuse to rationalize away the troubling nature of Bright’s rather feeble aspirations.

 

ROSE:  For heaven’s sake, it’s just a first step.  Working at a restaurant isn’t going to be Bright’s career.  But he’s happy right now - -

 

DOCTOR ABBOTT:  Too happy.  That’s the problem.  If this job is enough for him, if that plaque is all the validation he needs, what makes you so certain he’ll ever want to pursue something more?

 

Rose takes that in.  He has a point, and even her rosy outlook is starting to wilt a bit.

 

INT. BROWN & ABBOTT MEDICAL.  ANDY’S OFFICE.  DAY.

 

BILL AND LAURA KEATON (50’S) sit across from Andy, holding hands.  She’s frail, a bit jaundiced.  Mid – consult:

 

(crossed out: ) DOCTOR BROWN:  . . . So I want you to stay on the Fentanyl.  I’m also going to give you a prescription for Elavil, which will help with the pain.  Try to avoid any undue exertion.

 

LAURA:  Tough to exert much of anything anymore.  (smiles, a trooper.)  I guess I’ve bucked the odds already, huh?  I don’t think even you thought I’d still be here when I was first diagnosed.

 

(End cross out:  ) DOCTOR BROWN:  Pancreatic cancer can be very aggressive . . . (then, gently)  You’ve had an amazing run, Mrs. Keaton.

 

BILL:  That’s because she is amazing.

 

A comforting smile from Bill as he squeezes her hand.

 

LAURA:  Yeah, well, it’s all part of my master plan – I skipped over the denial stage and went straight to anger.   I think my rage scared away reaper for a little longer than most.  It’s that pesky acceptance stage I’m not so sure about.

 

Andy smiles weakly, amazed by her good nature through this.  Then Bill and Laura share a look, smiles fade.  Andy notices:

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  Is there something else you want to ask?

 

BILL:  Our daughter moved her wedding date up.  It’s in two weeks.  We knew it wasn’t a guarantee, but we just thought…

 

LAURA:  Whaddya say, Doc?  Will I get to see my baby girl in her wedding gown?  It’s a Vera Wang.  It cost more than my chemo.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  (smiles then)  Just take it easy until then, okay?  But I have a good felling about it.

 

Laura smiles at Bill, her eyes welling up with joy at the news.  Illness momentarily forgotten.  They rise, Andy walking them to the door.

 

LAURA:  Thank you, Doctor Brown. For everything.

 

And she exits.  Bill hangs back:

 

BILL:  I’ll be right there, honey.

 

Bill closes the door, speaks to Andy in a quieter tone.

 

BILL:  (CONT’D)  Do you really think she’ll make it for the wedding?

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  I don’t believe in guarantees, Bill, but yes, I do.  She’s incredibly strong, (words crossed out, unreadable) I think two weeks is a safe prognosis.

 

BILL:  Is there anything more I can do?

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  Just keep being there for her, make her as comfortable as possible.  I’m afraid that’s all anybody can do now.

 

That hangs in the air, with the sadness.

 

BILL:  How long does she have?  All of it.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  It’s always tough to say . . .

 

BILL:  Give me your best guess.

 

Andy meets his gaze.  Then, so good at this hard stuff:

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  I don’t know.  Maybe six weeks. (then)  I’m sorry.

 

As Bill makes an anguished mental note of that hard truth . . .

 

INT. EPHRAM’S GARAGE.  DAY.

 

Ephram is on the couch, doing some homework, as AMY paces in front of him.  It’d be endearing if she wasn’t so upset.

 

AMY:  Do you think I should call her?  She might be really upset . . .

 

EPHRAM:  I saw her before.  She seemed fine.  (then)  Did I mention how great you look today?

 

AMY:  There’s no way she’s “fine.”  You obviously weren’t listening to the story.

 

EPHRAM:  I was listening.  I just don’t think that Hannah not making the dance team is such a big deal.

 

AMY:  She didn’t just not make the team.  She FELL.  Bit it.  She was supposed to go this sidestep in line with everybody else?

 

 

Everwood – “The Birds & The Batteries” – 8/23/04 – Full White

 

Pages 37 – 39

 

Scene 18:

 

INT. BROWN & ABBOTT MEDICAL.  ANDY’S OFFICE.  DAY.

 

Bill sits across from Andy, who has his file open.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  I still don’t understand why you didn’t come to me with this.  Why would you see Doctor Hartman when I’m already - - ?

 

BILL:  I didn’t want you wasting your energy on me.  I want you to give everything you have to Laura.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  You know that Laura isn’t my only patient.  I could’ve squeezed you in.

 

BILL:  Then call it a conflict of interests.  You’re a good man, Doctor Brown.  If you knew about me, I didn’t think you’d be able to keep it from my wife.  And I don’t need her worrying about me right now.  You hear?

 

Andy nods, understanding.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  That’s fine.  But here’s the deal - - You can’t wait six weeks to get your name on the transplant list.

 

BILL:  Sure I can.  And a lot longer, with any luck.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  Bill, listen to me.  Your heart is severely damaged and won’t recover.  You need a new one, it’s that simple.

 

BILL:  It’s a long shot anyway.  I’ll sign up for a transplant once . . (can’t say it)  After.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  Time is the one thing you don’t have.  And what if by some miracle Laura holds on longer -  - six months, a year?

 

BILL:  That would be fantastic.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  Yes, it would.  But only if you’re still here with her.  Your candidacy gets weaker with every passing day.  As the heart’s walls become thinner and its function deteriorates, you run the risk of blood clots, stroke, fatal arrhythmia - -

 

BILL:  Doctor Jake was pretty thorough in spelling all that out.  But surgery would lay me up for a long time, or worse, and I can’t take that risk.  Not now . . . Not yet.  I need to be there for Laura, for my daughter - - I’m not gonna take a chance on missing one moment of that wedding.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  I understand that, I do, but there will be more moments.  And the longer you wait . . . (starts over, new tack, gentler)  I know you want to be there for your wife, but your daughter will still need a father when she’s gone - - even more so.  She’ll have kids of her own one day, and they deserve to get to know their grandfather.  What about [U]those[/U] weddings?

 

BILL:  I hear what you’re saying.  And I know life will go on once she’s gone.  But it won’t be the same.  It will never mean what it meant with her in it.  We’ve been through everything together - - a damn good team.  Raised a fine girl, been partners for every bump along the road, mountains and molehills alike.  I won’t let that go until forces bigger than me snatch it away.  (then)  She needs me to help her fight these last few weeks.  When that battle’s done, I’ll worry about myself, but not one minute before.  And when she’s gone, I’ll need a new heart anyway, ‘cause this one’ll be broken to bits.

 

A moment as Andy absorbs that.  Then Bill rises.

 

BILL:  (CONT’D)  In six weeks, I’m yours.  Until then, I’m hers.

 

Nothing more to be said.  A beat.  Then Andy stands.  Shakes Bill’s hand.

 

DOCTOR BROWN:  In six weeks, I know some great surgeons.

 

Acceptance is a new thing for Andy.  But this is, after all, a new Andy . . .

 

INT ABBOTT HOUSE.  BRIGHT’S BEDROOM.  DAY.

 

Bright’s playing a computer game when Abbott storms in.

 

DOCTOR ABBOTT:  Well I cannot wait for the next Bighorn meeting . . .  Charlie Bigelow just phoned.

 

BRIGHT:  (big-eyed innocence)  Yeah?  What’d he say?

 

DOCTOR ABBOTT:  I am not amused, Bright.

 

Bright can’t help but laugh, as he goes back to his game.

 

BRIGHT:  Really?  I am.  Man, I wish I coulda been there . . .

 

DOCTOR ABBOTT:  You [U]should[/U] have been there.  In your effort to embarrass me, all you’ve done today is close a door on something that may have truly benefited you.  An entire avenue for your future, gone . . .

 

BRIGHT:  [u]Your[/U] future, not mine.

 

DOCTOR ABBOTT:  Oh, would you drop the petulant child routine?  Honestly, Bright, no matter what your mother and I do for you, it’s always wrong.

 

BRIGHT:  So don’t do anything, see how that works.

 

END OF SIDES